Ultramagnetic MC’s - Funk Radio lyrics

Yeah smooth in the groove
Yo whassup man, what's up
What's goin on man, what's happenin?

Yo whassup this is the one, Rhythm X
X-Calibur one two, funk ignitor plus (yeah)
Comin at ya at thirty degrees farenheight
(ha ha) the heat is on your ears
Right now we gettin ready to get
Busy on W-K-R-Funk Radio live!
(We'll burn ya) with TR Love (and
Moe Love on the set)
And we talkin to y'all from Los Angeles
Live, on W-K-R-Funk Radio, our own station
See rappers don't know, I snatch a beat
I hear a beat, I catch a beat
The Rhythm X roll up, my style gets critical
Brain connects, computer rhymes get phsyical
I walk low, and howl with no afro
X with a bald head, like Fidel Castro
Walk in a jam, with the mic and my girlfriend
While two girls are buggin, sayin
"Keith is my boyfriend!"
But, I come back though
Start the attack though
Add up some points, like I'm playin Nintendo
Now look at the game
I move step in first place
Leave em all blind for hard
Times and third base
Back to bake em more, fizzle and burn though
But, you can't see the record
Sizzle and turn though
Hittin the top like a hot 45
Like, "Ahh - ahh - ahh - ahh - STAYIN ALIVE
STAYIN ALIVE"
Yeah, gettin back into business
Rappers get back and do some physical fitness
Jumpin jacks, situps and pushups
Now pick up your brain
And come and lift up some heavy weights
Stupid you're dumb
Standin still with dead weight
Rappers try to plex, I mark X
I stamp X, and throw em another X
X tra Rhythm flow, X tra metaphor
X tra hype and dope, X tra Cupid feet
X tra body heat, X tra brain power
X tra cash flow, you soft cauliflower
But, I do get swift, change the pitch if
You got the rhymes and Hammer
Foots to dance with
Yo, let's get the dead party jumpin
Rappers are crazy wack
And ain't sayin nothin
While people are steady
Sweaty tired and boring
Let me go on, steppin to and flow on
And so on, turn the mic in my show on
Please the crowd with some
Super dope hype stuff lyrical metaphor
And some of that right stuff
Shakin your brain up, wakin your brain up
Confusin your mind like a
Block or Rubik's Cube
Think about it, you probably don't understand
With a lower IQ, a weak brain my man
So listen up, and go on back to school
Fool you ain't jack
Yeah that's comin live from W-K-R-Funk
With DJ Moe Love, TR Love
We gon', bring it out, by special request
For TR Funky Love

Yeah, thanks a lot for that
Funky introduction Rhythm X i appreciate it
Yeah the phones are lightin up crazy
We want the 103rd caller to come in
And win them disco pants in the contest
Now if you ready for some
More live hype stuff so here it is

Some rappers can flow and
Rock off the slow jam
Stay hype, continously, cause I know I can
Rock off tempo, fast or even hyper
Just like a sniper, pied microphone piper
Smooth rough and ready
Hardcore stanyin steady
In the lane, rock'n'roll ready
On, any, MC type wannabe like
Had to sound like, gots to be like
Wants to look like, has to act like
Now you feel like hmm
You know you're perpetrating? yeah right
C'mon face it, and then chase it
You can taste it, cause I placed it
Smack in your face
With five million pounds of bass
Boomin systems ads can't replace
In fact all, the rhythm is packed on tightly
+Days of Thunder+? Not likely
Fact or fiction, while I got you scheamin
You ain't ready boy, I caught you sleepin
And searchin for a dope style
Combine to watch our
Freestyle, straight from the penile
Buckwild, runnin wild with the golden mic
I'm like a flash, first you see
Then you lose sight
Of the master TR, plan in hand
Destroyin a foe, who's not in demand
So act now, and for the fact now
There's no doubt in my mind, I'll be rap now
C'mon on man, c'mon!
Yo, MC's, you say you're comin back?
Huh, yo, you ain't jack jack jack jack jack

Jack jack jack jack

Yeah, ha hah, ha hah, ha hah

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